Have you ever had one of those nights when everything seems to go just right? If you’re anything like me, you start waiting to get slammed with something negative to balance things out. Here is my story…

First off, I get to shoot Heaven & Hell…that alone is cool enough. Next, they set me up with free parking…not in the stacked area, but in the good lot. Then, I’m hooked up with a great seat for the show. Then, my best bud Rob decides to come to the show and we work it out to sit together for the show…just like old times. Heaven & Hell are amazing…Tony Iommi proves he is still inspiring. Then, we get hooked up with hospitality at the show… you know – free booze, coffee, desserts, finger foods, etc. Hung with my bro Rudy Sarzo a bit…greatest guy!!

So, basically, it was an amazing night of Heaven & Hell…and it did not cost me a dime. But it’s not over yet. As Rob and I are walking out of the venue, I explain to him what a great night it was and I run the list of greatness by him. Then I say, “The only thing missing was a free t-shirt.” Rob says, “Well, you can’t have everything.”

We walk to his car, and three rough looking dudes are drinking beer and leaning on his car. They look at us, stare us down as we approach. I am very cautious as I am carrying 15 grand worth of photo gear. The thugs say, “Hey, is this your car?” Rob says, “Yeah.” Then they say, “Hey man, we’re just hanging out man, you gotta’ problem with that?” Rob says, “No, it’s cool.” They continue to watch us. Rob opens his trunk and I start putting my photo gear inside. Then one dude says to me, “Hey, come here.” I am cautious, I don’t move. I say, “What do you want?” He says again, “Come here.” I say, “I’m right here, what?” He pulls out a Heaven & Hell shirt that he bought from some bootlegger in the parking lot. He says, “This will fit you, right? It’s a large, I need extra large. You want it.” I roll my eyes, the last thing I need is to pull out cash in front of these boozers. I tell him, “I’m a medium guy, large is too big for me.” He tosses the shirt to me and tells me to check. I hold it up against my torso, it’s too big for me. I tell him, “This thing is like a dress on me, it will fit you.” I toss it back to him. He tosses it right back to me, “No man, I need extra large, I’m too fat.” This guy is not taking no for an answer, I figure he must want more beer money. So I say, “How much do you want for it?” He says, “No man, take it, free, I don’t want it, it’s yours…take it.” I look at Rob. Rob looks at me. “Really?” I say. “Yeah dude” he replies. We exchange a good bro hug and I tell him that I am happy to know that there are still some good people out there. He liked that, and tells his buddies, “You hear that, I’m good people.”

Rob and I get in the car and snicker. I look at the shirt and tell Rob that it is one of the most hideous shirts I have ever seen. Then I tell Rob, “This thing is not going to fit me, I need a medium.” I ask Rob if he wants it and he tells me he also needs extra large. We start to drive off, then I spot a bootlegger selling shirts on the other side of the parking lot. I tell Rob to drive over to him. I roll down the window and call the guy over, His hands are full of dozens of the same hideous shirt. I tell him, “Hey, I told you I needed a medium and you gave me a large.” He says, “Oh, sorry” and gives me a medium in exchange for the large. I roll up the window and look at Rob. Rob tells me, “I guess you can have everything.”